*hi i have little things i'd like to include to this story because there's a whole year in between the end of the hawthorne legacy and the beginning of the final gambit, so these aren't really canon to anything in this universe (the one i created or otherwise) they're just lil moments so enjoy this kinda bonus chapter before i get to the plot of tfg :)))
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If there is one thing that can tell you what kind of person Liz is, it's the fact that her birthday is on Christmas Eve.
And it wasn't the "combining Christmas gifts and birthday gifts" kind of birthday, but rather the "huge Christmas themed birthday party one night and then the real Christmas party the next."
The latter was always held at Hawthorne House by courtesy of Liz's father having been invited every year, then Liz herself being invited every year after her dad left. And because of the latter circumstances, the former started being held at Hawthorne House too.
Liz thinks in another life she would be a professional event planner.
The only thing Tobias Hawthorne really provided her with was a foyer to host her parties in while middle school and junior high Liz's birthday parties were the events of the year.
From color schemes (always red, green, and sometimes gold) to playlists (always country, Christmas, and country Christmas), Liz had every little detail planned out and everyone she'd ever had a single conversation with was invited, whether they even followed each other on Instagram or not.
This birthday, she'd be turning 18, and officially taking complete ownership over Hawthorne Foundation.
However, knowing herself and her inexperience and her inability to stay sane while having a desk job for the rest of her life, Liz has already spoken to Zara and decided she could take over the foundation like she'd planned to her whole life.
Liz had talked to Grayson about it too, knowing how much the foundation meant to him as well, but she made it clear that she didn't want him to throw himself into the work he would do at the foundation, burning himself out instead of focusing on college.
He'd obviously still be involved, more involved than he had been before, but it was important to Liz that he understood that he didn't carry any responsibility over this. That he didn't have to add this to his already heavy mind.
"Hiding from your own party?" Grayson always knows where to find Liz when Last Christmas plays for the third time in one night.
"Just taking a break," she explains herself as he stands, looking down to where she is on the floor in the tunnels right below the foyer. The speakers beat the walls around them.
"Would you do me the honor of getting out of here with me?" He puts a hand out chivalrously.
"Always," Liz grins, escaping the party by his hand.
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"Libby is short for Elizabeth too," Libby says as she finishes tying the apron behind Liz's back.
"Name twins!" Liz turns excitedly, already buzzing from getting started on this new hobby.
It's January 1st, the day after Liz established her New Year's resolution was to learn how to bake every single thing there was in the world to bake, and who better to ask than the best baker Liz knows?
Libby Grambs was ecstatic to help Liz establish her roots, already making a Pinterest board of all the things they had to do.
They're starting with some simple, heart-shaped cookies, and Liz watches as Libby expertly sets everything up nicely and organized in the chef's kitchen of Hawthorne House.
"Grayson said I wouldn't last a week with this," Liz says, taking the egg Libby offers her to crack.
"Grayson doesn't understand the power of sugary goods," Libby replies easily.
"Grayson does not appreciate being talked about when he's not in the room," he himself walks into the kitchen, taking a couple chocolate chips from the bag Libby had just opened.
"Oh!" Libby says like she just remembered something. "Let me get some cooking spray from the other kitchen." Then, as she's walking out, "God, that sentence makes me feel crazy."
"Those are for my heart-shaped cookies," Liz slaps Grayson's hand away when he reaches for yet some more chocolate chips. "Here," she then dips a finger into the batter they have to offer it to Grayson.
He leans forward to clean the bite off her finger, but she moves her hand once he's close enough to swipe it across his nose.
"Oh, wow," Grayson calmly reaches his hand into the open flour container, and Liz ducks a little too late, leaving the white substance to coat the top of her head.
Liz silently grabs an egg and presses her hand to Grayson's chest, rubbing the yolk and broken shell down the front of his suit jacket.
He had some meetings for the foundation while he was in town, but it was really his own fault for scheduling one in the morning of the first day of the new year. I mean, Liz admired his work ethic, but sometimes he needed an egg yolk to the suit.
He, naturally, reciprocated by picking up the open gallon of milk and started pouring it over her head.
Karma appears in the form of Nash Hawthorne who pours the entire bottle of vanilla extract over Grayson's head after silently sneaking up behind him.
The smell overwhelms the room, and Grayson really had no choice but to spin around and tackle Nash to the ground, their impromptu fighting channeling more wrestling than food fight at this point.
Liz takes the break from being the one under attack to try to clean the mess she's made of the kitchen before Libby gets back. But, alas, the blue-haired girl walks in to see the sight of the two eldest Hawthorne brothers rolling around on the flour and brown sugar coated floor, and Liz looking sheepish, caught egg-yolk-handed.
a/n:
libby being the older sister liz didn't know she needed yep yep
libby and nash getting married and grayson saying "libby isn't going to be the only elizabeth hawthorne in the family" mhm
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